Immortal In A Death Game-Chapter 188: A Warning

The Crunchy Coil studio.

One of the many stations that was covering the Games each month. But there was something special about this one particular studio, however—they were the ones who happened to capture Adam in the desert during the last Game.

During and a few days after that Game, they had been on top of the world. Millions of views and subscriptions, with some even buying the rights for Adam’s highlights from them, which gave them a ton of money.

Money that they used to upgrade their entire drone fleet. Money... that they shouldn’t have used at all. Because after the hype died down, and the rest of the world moved on from the last Game and just chose to check on Adam outside of it... they’ve lost all their subscribers.

Right now, they were days away from filing for bankruptcy if nothing happened.

Johnny, who happened to be the Drone Director who captured Adam in the last Game, was now a second away from screaming in frustration. His fingers trembled as he adjusted the drone controls, sweat beading on his forehead despite the air conditioning humming inside his van.

"Eight hours..." he muttered. "Eight fucking goddamn hours and nothing interesting happened! This is the most vanilla thing I have watched since Harry Met Sally."

His team didn’t really know whether to laugh at that or just look away. They couldn’t blame him; he was right. The battle they were assigned to was about to end, with the Blue Creeps probably less than an hour away from winning.

Their viewer count was promising at first, with people probably thinking they would see something interesting again. But now, it was sitting at a pathetic count of 250.

"This is bullshit," Johnny muttered, glancing at the chat where the same twelve people kept asking when something interesting would happen.

"J, the boss told us to start wrapping it up and just go on autopilot." One of his teammates said. "Blue team’s about to win. Nothing’s happening."

"Wait," Johnny said, watching the blue creeps march toward the enemy Spawn Crystal. "Just a little more. I know there’s something here."

His teammate sighed. "He’s right, you know. Shit... they spent all the money with these new equipment. They should’ve just given us a bonus."

Johnny ignored him, and then... he made a bold decision. He pulled his drone away from the boring final push. The same bold decision that had led him to Adam before—abandoning the main action to explore.

To find another unicorn.

First, he checked the Emperor. The warrior stood motionless in its clearing, untouched. The battle was so vanilla that no one even attempted to defeat the Emperor.

Then he flew toward the Dome’s edge, finding the IBAA station.

"J, what are you doing? They might shoot the drone down, and we’re really never going to get that bonus."

"Well, that would be something," Johnny whispered, scoffing as he squinted. "That would at least get the chat something to talk about. Now, let’s see what these underpaid shits are up—holy shit."

"What? What?" His team all sat up in their chairs.

"Holy shit!" Even Johnny got up from his chair, almost hitting himself on the ceiling of the van, and took his headgear off.

"What is it?!"

Johnny’s hands froze on the controls. There, standing among a cluster of white tents and confused researchers, was a figure in a black suit. The same build, the same stance, the same—

"No fucking way."

He zoomed in, heart hammering. The figure turned, and Johnny saw the face that had made him famous a month ago.

"It’s Adam the Endless!"

"What?!" His team quickly gathered together to look at the feed.

"Erika!" Johnny screamed, not caring who heard him. "Tell the boss to redirect all the stream to us! Quick!"

His team quickly called the studio, sending an emergency alert to the entire station. Within seconds, the studio erupted. The people were asking what happened, with the other Drone Directors complaining and screaming why their feed was removed.

But very soon, they found out why.

And the chat found out why.

<WAIT IS THAT REALLY HIM?>

<NO WAY THATS ADAM>

<Bruh. Why is this guy everywhere? Is he some government plant or something?>

<What’s he doing there?? Is that outside?>

<Why is he outside the dome???>

<SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHATS HAPPENING>

And just like that, their measly 250 viewers turned into 10,000. And then, when the news spread, that number jumped even more, and more... and then more.

What were the chances of that happening? The chances of Johnny’s next unicorn being Adam again. And from the looks of it...

...he was about to do something ridiculous again.

***

Down at the research station, the scientists clustered around Adam.

"Has anyone tried punching it?" Adam asked, flexing his fingers.

Dr. Sarah Chen, the lead researcher, blinked. "Punching... the dome?"

"Yes."

"Well, no. Not exactly. We’ve had Heroes attempt to slice through the barriers before, especially in the early days. S-tier Heroes with cutting abilities, energy manipulation—"

"Mr. Smith, with respect, your evaluation showed B-tier Strength. The Dome has withstood C4-level explosives. I don’t think—"

Adam wasn’t listening. He walked toward the massive black surface, rolling his shoulders.

Chip hobbled forward on his injured leg. "Hoss, you can’t be serious. We came all this way, survived that monster attack, just so you could punch—"

"Hold this." Adam handed him the Shion.

Adam stood before the Dome’s surface, the translucent wall humming with energy. He took a deep breath, settling into a boxing stance.

<Wait... is he going to punch the Dome?>

<What????>

<IS HE SERIOUSLY GONNA PUNCH A DOME?>

<This guy thinks he’s dome jesus lmao>

<Adam’s lost his mind. Probably from all the dick the hospital injected in him>

<The fuck? Can you be more sensitive?>

<my dick’s already sensitive enough. And did you actually believe the whole hospital story is real? lololol.>

<bruh. The hospital’s already been proven to be real. Didn’t you see all the theories?>

<oh boy. You’d be shock if you type in the meaning of theory.>

<can someone ban these people? We’re here to watch Adam the Endless do something ridiculous again!>

<NO WAY THIS WORKS>

<$50 says he breaks his hand>

Johnny held his breath, zooming in as close as he dared without alerting the military to his drone’s presence.

Adam checked his status one final time, looking at his 93 Strength, then drew back his fist.

The punch landed with the sound of a tank firing. The soldiers raised their weapons instinctively, then lowered them, unsure of what to do.

The ground beneath Adam’s feet cratered. His bones that have already been enhanced, along with his overall Strength, cracked. Every person within a hundred yards covered their ears from how loud the impact was.

And the Dome’s surface rippled violently.

"Jesus..." Dr. Sarah breathed, staring at the waves of energy spreading across the barrier. But then, that was it. After the scientists’ initial shock, they all just shrugged and nodded—after all, this was nothing they’d never seen before.

But then, before the ripples could settle, Adam punched again. Same hand, bones still healing.

Then his left hand.

Then a devastating kick that sent shockwaves through the earth.

Johnny’s drone captured every moment, the viewer count climbing past 50,000 as word spread across social media.

<THE RIPPLES AREN’T STOPPING>

<LOOK AT THE SURFACE>

<Wait a minute. Is he trying to break the Dome?!>

<DOME JESUS DOME JESUS DOME JESUS>

Dr. Sarah snapped out of her trance, rushing back to the monitoring equipment. "Everyone! Readings! Now!"

The research team scrambled, grabbing notebooks and tablets, eyes glued to their instruments.

"Continuous impact in the same location," someone muttered, scribbling notes. "The Dome’s structural integrity isn’t weakening, but the resonance patterns..."

"Something’s happening," Dr. Sarah said. "I don’t understand what, but something’s definitely happening."

Adam didn’t stop. There was no expression on his face other than his gritted teeth, but his insides were actually churning—not his stomach, but his mind.

Fuck this Game. This stupid Game that has been tormenting everyone. Fuck me for even being born into this world. Fuck the Administrators. And fuck this universe for even allowing any of this to happen.

And then... he suddenly stopped.

The researchers all rushed outside, expecting Adam to be exhausted. But instead, they saw Adam backing away from the Dome, planting his feet wide and rotating his ankles.

Instead, Adam backed away from the dome, planting his feet wide.

"What’s he—"

Adam burst forward like a bullet, screaming as he drove his fist toward the barrier with everything he had.

The researchers rushed back to their monitors, expecting massive readings.

But then... there was nothing.

"That’s... impossible," one of them said, staring at the unchanged displays.

They ran outside again... only to see every soldier with weapons drawn, staring at the Dome in shock.

"What’s... happening?"

Dr. Sarah followed their gaze... and felt her blood freeze, and every inch of his body to almost collapse.

It wasn’t only her; everyone became completely silent. How could they not, when someone effortlessly blocked Adam’s punch?

No, not someone.

An Administrator.

[The Administrator, Vaydrael, warns Adam not to continue what he is doing.]